I always teased her I’d serve her lemonade out there. It would be the perfect place for us – the meeting of worlds. But at the moment, it was hard to imagine a future like that.
There was so much testosterone in the air, I felt like I needed a gas mask.
If Sydney had met many dhampirs like Yeva, I could understand why she thought our race were minions of hell.
No. Yeva hasn’t been very forthcoming this morning.
Adrian, we’re focusing on Jil here. This isn’t about your personal entertainment.” “Not true,” he said, green eyes sparkling. “Everything’s about my personal entertainment. The world is my stage. Keep it up – you’re becoming a star performer in the show.
Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned .” He gestured to the kitchen dramatical y. “With these hands, these hands that don’t do manual labor.
Fine,” I grumbled. “We’ll take your lame yet highly fuel-efficient car.
I’m not sure what I’d do with you if you were respectable.
There’s no winning for us. We’re screwed. We were born into a system we don’t agree with, and we got caught. Here, out there, it doesn’t matter. There’s nothing left for us.
And even though I left, I’m not out there recklessly going after Strigoi. I’m an old man living with the woman he loves and tending his garden. There’s a difference – don’t forget that.
Oh, Rose. You are young. You’ve barely lived. Everyone thinks their first love is the only one they’ll ever have.
Heaven? Probably not with my behaviors.
That’s all that matters, Sage-Ivashkov. Well, that and me having to put the smackdown on Castile if he doesn’t finally get his act together with Jill.
Christian stretched out beside her and pulled her close.
Guys do ridiculous things for love.
And I know it would be hard – for all sorts of reasons. But I think we can handle whatever comes our way, so long as we keep loving each other like this.
Rose turned to me. “Did she just speak to him in Spanish?” “Yeah,” I said. “She only speaks to him in Spanish, actually. It was in some parenting book she read about kids learning a second language.
That journey had also gone via Seattle. I was starting to believe that city was a gateway to obscure places.
Ask about our daily ice cream special.
Naptime,” said Christian, leading her toward the bed. “I still need a shower.” “Sleep first. Shower later.” He pulled back the covers. “I’ll sleep with you.” “Sleep or sleep?” she asked dryly, sliding gratefully into bed. “Real sleep. You need it.” He crawled in beside her, spooning against her and resting his face on her shoulder.